( * starter call ⋯ @jkbaws )

❝ Being a girl sucks sometimes… ❞ She groans and leans back on the couch with a tub of ice cream on top of her lap. 

She didn’t know why but she expected tears after those words so it was a surprise there was none. Jennie had her moments, too. These kind of feelings weren’t foreign to her yet after a series of deep brooding, she would come to a resolution on how she was just right the way she is. Like that one song from another of JYP’s acts. She wasn’t going to tell her any of such thoughts in that moment. The goal was to be empathetic as much as possible.

Jennie pushes her own share of ice cream to the friend, albeit reluctantly, who seemed to need it more then a hand comes in contact with her shoulder. “It does…” this attempt at consoling her would have been better if she was feeling the same, but she wasn’t. She tries anyway, pinning her hope that she was somehow getting the sentiment across. “Like, getting menstruations… having long unmanageable hair, more sensitive skin, giving birth—” she pauses midway, eyes anxiously eyeing the other’s expressions. Many of those she doesn’t care for, doesn’t have trouble with, or hasn’t experienced. She’s just relying on facts at this point. “…yeah.”